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That was the genesis of my story. My very first step in the journey leading to a thousand miles. Like a perfect piece in Tetris, I fit quickly into the Visconti family and became one. Mara Visconti, true to her motherly nature took over the job of a mother that very day, and since I was old enough not to be suckled anymore, I relied heavily on the milk supply from the Visconti’s dairy farm.
Growing up for me was somehow at Godspeed. In fact, I was a wonder kid in every manner of the word. I could walk surefooted at barely one year and six months, and talk distinctly and intelligibly at just one year and two hundred days, among other things.
Given all these promising prospects, I began nursery at a preschool a few blocks from our home at just the age of two. At age three, Rafael Vis
